Thursday, 23 August 2007

Lost in Leek?

I live in Leek. That's right, I always wanted to live in a place named after an onion. So I'm living the dream.
Ah Leek, 'Queen of the Moorlands'. A fascinating place to live, where the locals still see me as a bit of a curiosity item. "Leek, greatest town in the world. What the hell are you doing living here?" I have been asked. What!? The scary thing is that the person who said that appeared to be serious. Hmmm...Life in a small English town.
The locals have asked me: "Ast ow right yung yuth?" Which I guess means: 'Are you alright young youth?' I suppose being nearer to 'bus pass age', I should consider such a statement a mighty fine compliment. Still it is rather a strange question. If you are young, than I would assume, that you are a youth. It's like calling me the equivalent, which I guess would be: 'Ast ow right ode elderly?' I think I've got that right?
I feel fortunate to live in Leek. Where I reside is a most pleasant, fairly quiet neighbourhood. Okay you get the occasional inconsiderate cow making a noise in the middle of the night. (Yeah, and sometimes the ones in the fields can be pretty noisy too!)
However I am blessed with having a very large, beautiful garden. Within a couple of minutes of my home, I can be out in the wonderful English countryside. That makes me a lucky dude. To be able to get out into nature, no matter the weather, fills me with positivity. I can wander off with my son's Jack Russell, in perfect solitude. Anxiety regarding going out my front door does not occur when I go for these strolls with the dog. I need to focus on that positive feeling when I am in social situations.
There have been times when I yearn to go back 'home' to Canada. I am so torn between two countries. Yet this is where my son was born. I do not want to distance myself from him. I am reminded of the consequences of my going to Canada as a little boy. For my Father, who lives in Leicester, has disowned me. I will always be here for my son. The choice of leaving England will come when the time is right for both of us. Perhaps that will never happen. Only time will tell.
So living in Leek, has been a very negative and very positive time for me. From the depths of despair when I was abandoned by my wife. To the powerful opportunity of getting a second chance to redeem myself with my son.
You see, Tristan was desperately unhappy living in his new family unit. He begged his Mother to let him live with Dad. This was not a contest, I just wanted Tristan to be happy. So my then 12 year old son moved into my home in Leek. I raised him on my own, doing the best I could. Support from others was non-existent. I am proud of what I did. I think I provided him with a 'normal' life whilst battling with my mental distress.
My son is now 18, yet he is still my 'little boy'. I was there for the miracle of his birth. Sadly, I missed his early years. That tore me apart but I have discovered a new resilience that keeps me moving forward. So many life-changing situations have occurred for the two of us in Leek. Living in Leek nearly destroyed me, yet, paradoxically, living in Leek has also given me the chance to move forward in a positive way.
Yes I am still an item of curiosity in Leek. I have some good-natured banter with the locals. We do indeed have some rather zany conversations. Actually, some of my chats with the 'Leekensians' make 'Monty Python' seem like serious drama. Typically though, someone will ask me, as I'm dressed to the hilt with Canadian advertising: "What part of the States are you from?" Huh!? I reply: "What part of Scotland are you from?" Knowing my luck, one day, somebody with an English accent will say: "Glasgow."
Lost in Leek? For too many years I was. Yet in this small English town, I have nearly found myself again. Whatever happens in the future in Leek, 'The Queen of the Moorlands', I know that permission to be positive has become a part of my thinking process. This fills me with contentment and a strange urge to stuff myself with onions.
I thank you for your time.


  1. You have a GREAT sense of humour Klahanie - I do very much enjoy your posts! As for Leek - I'm quite fond of it too. Regarding your son. I know how much you care and love your son. I've had the good fortune to speak to him(only briefly)but I was struck by how courteous and well mannered, considerate and charming he was. I think that you should be very proud of yourself and of him. Parenthood as I've probably said before, scares me silly. Anybody who has to face the challenges that it brings has my admiration, but to face them as you have must have taken enormous strength of character. Take good care Klahanie and keep 'em coming! Em.

  2. I love reading your posts - you always write from the heart and I think that is good.

    I find taking our dog for a walk very relaxing.

  3. Hi Klahanie,

    You do have a very good sense of humour, which comes across when you write your posts,(you find the right balance,or the 'happy medium'(as you would say!)

    I can relate to what you say, when you mention being 'torn between two countries', I feel very much the same, regarding my country of birth,(Italy) and recently I have had a strong urge to go 'full circle' as it were, and return to my roots! (I just haven't figured out yet, how to do so) But I'm working on it!

    You are indeed blessed to have the large beautiful garden, you mention. I do love to see a lovely garden, and as for being out into nature, that always lifts my spirits,and gives me a 'feel good' factor.
    Thank you for sharing your thoughts and feelings with us....Best wishes D x

  4. Hi Klahanie, you have done very well. Bringing up your son, looking after him even though you have your own challenges is good. I am sure he looks at you and thinks the world of you.I loved my dad, he always tried his best for us. It is nice that you have the countryside so close to you. Enjoy it and I am sure the dog feels great after walkies.

  5. hya,

    i think its a case of 'the graa is always greener on the other side' a bit. I love Leek i love the sleepy townness of it, i love the countryside i love the old buildings. an ex of mine came from there so i spent quite a bit of time up there at one time it was like a complete 180 on the city gall sights that i am accustomed to. but the same as u said a lot of the locals of my age tended to moan about it because it was away from the city centers! A perfect example of that old grass being a heavier saturated shade of green ay!?



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